Summer 2014:
It hurt. Everything hurt.
Those few months I was back at home I was in constant pain.
Realistically it had been going on a while, but it wasn’t until I had returned to my old home that it surfaced.
I would have rather had a physical injury rather than suffer emotionally. Perhaps in some way I did have a physical injury, it certainly felt that way…
My heart was shattered – torn into tiny pieces and flung out of a car driving at 90mph – that’s how it felt.
I promise I am not one of those girls that falls in-love within 20 seconds; I am far from it. I don’t have a negative look on love; I just had never found that one person that makes you feel like you are the sun to their world. To my friends I was the one that dated people here and there, but I just never felt much towards them. It sounds horrible I know, but you have to date a few people before you find that person who turns your world upside down.
For my two best friends, they saw something changed.
That something was a someone, a someone who will never know just how big of an impact he had.
This person still knows I care but chooses to act like he is totally unaware. He sounds awful I know, but if you knew him like I did and listen to what happened then maybe your opinion will alter.
Perhaps I am blinded by love, you will have to decide that for yourselves. For me though I am simply stuck by love.
I will start from the beginning – well before that one person ripped down my walls - and that starts in 2006, when I was 12.
As a side note, all names will be changed and I am sorry for those that read this and know it’s about them.
